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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Fear,
PIL,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.