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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.