Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.