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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.