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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.