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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.