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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.