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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.