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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.