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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.