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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.