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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
X-102,
the Association,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.