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 Spain 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.