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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.