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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.