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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.