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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.