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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.