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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.