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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.