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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.