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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.