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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Television,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.