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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.