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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.