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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Wire,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.