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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.