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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.