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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.