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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.