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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Agitation Free 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.