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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.