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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.