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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.