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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.