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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.