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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Nico,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.