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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
10cc,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.