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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Technova,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.