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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.