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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.