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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.