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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Japan,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.