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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.