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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.