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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.