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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.