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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
cv313,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.