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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.