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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.