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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.