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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.