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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 American Breed,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.