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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.