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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.