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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.