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 Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.