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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.