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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.