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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.