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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Television,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.