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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.