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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.