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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.