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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.