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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.