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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.