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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Pole,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.