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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.