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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.