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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.