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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.