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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.