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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.