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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.