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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
cv313,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.