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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.