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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Moebius,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.