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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.