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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.