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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Organ,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.