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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.