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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.