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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.