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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Franke,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.