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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Wire,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.