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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Television,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.