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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '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 R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.