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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.