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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.