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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.