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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Darondo 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.