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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.