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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.