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 Germany 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Smog,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.