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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.