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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.