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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Nas to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.