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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.