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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.