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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
MC5,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.