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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Visage,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.