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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.