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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.