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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.