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 United States and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Neu!,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.