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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Television,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.