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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.