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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.