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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Index,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.