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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.