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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.