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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.