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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.