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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.