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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.