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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.