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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.