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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Television,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.