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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.