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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Television,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.