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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.