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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.