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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.