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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.