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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.