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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.