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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Fear,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.