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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.