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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.