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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.