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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Index,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.