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 Panama and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.