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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.