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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 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 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.