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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.