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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.