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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Index,
PIL,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.