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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The Move,
Lyres,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.