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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.