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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.