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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.