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 Liberia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.