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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.