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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.