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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.