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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.