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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.