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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.