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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.