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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.