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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.