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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.