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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.