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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
DNA,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.