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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.