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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.