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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Crime,
MC5,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.