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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Hutcherson to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.