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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.