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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.