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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.