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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
X-101,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.