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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Sound 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Monks,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.