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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Mars,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.