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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.