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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.