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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.