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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.