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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.