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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.