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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.