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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.