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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.