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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Khruangbin 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Chrome,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.