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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Franke,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.