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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.