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 South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.