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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.