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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.