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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.