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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.