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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Scion,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.