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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.