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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.