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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.