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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
The Vogues,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.