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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Gong,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.