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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.