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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.