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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.