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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.