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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.