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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
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.