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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.