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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Q65,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.