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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.