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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Slave,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.