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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
World's Most,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Brick,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.