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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.