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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.