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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.