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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.