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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.