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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.