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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.