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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.