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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.