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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.