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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.