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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.