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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mary Jane Girls 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?
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.