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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.