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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.