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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.