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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.