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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.