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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.