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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.