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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.