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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.