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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.