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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.