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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.