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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.