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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.