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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.