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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
CMW,
Franke,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.