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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.