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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.