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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.