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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.