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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.