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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Faust,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.