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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.