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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Cybotron,
JFA,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.