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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.