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 Mexico 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.