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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.