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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.