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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.