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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.