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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nas to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.