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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Smog,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Brick,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.