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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.