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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Pole,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
MC5,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.