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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Mars,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.