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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.