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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.