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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.