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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Fear,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.