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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Scientists to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.