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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.