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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Nico,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.