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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.