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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.