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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Pole,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.