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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
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,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.