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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.