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 Brunei and from New York.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.