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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Moebius,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Qualms,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.