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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Television,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical 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.