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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.