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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.