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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.