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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Residents 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
AZ,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.