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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Index,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.