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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.