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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.