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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.