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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Wings,
UT,
Inner City,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.