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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.