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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.