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 China and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.