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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
UT,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.