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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.