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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.