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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.