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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.