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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Unwound,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.