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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.