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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oblivians to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.