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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.