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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.