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 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 808 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.