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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
10cc,
the Swans,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.