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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.