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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.