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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.