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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.