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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.