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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.