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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.