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 Panama 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.