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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.