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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.