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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Shoche,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.