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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.