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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.