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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.