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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.