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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.