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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.