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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.