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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.