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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Magma,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.