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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.