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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Wings,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Gories,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.