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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Litter,
AZ,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.