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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.