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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.