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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.