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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.