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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.