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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.