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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 sitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.