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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Scion,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.