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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Organ,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.