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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.