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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
cv313,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.