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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Audionom 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.