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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.