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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.