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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.