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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.