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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.