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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.