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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.