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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 808 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.