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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Nico to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.