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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Monks,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.