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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.