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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
The Martian,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.