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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.