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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.