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 India and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.