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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.