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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.