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 Fiji and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.