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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.