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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.