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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.