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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.