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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.