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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.