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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.