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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.