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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.