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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.