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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Q65,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.