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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.