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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.