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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.