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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.