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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.