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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pagans,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.