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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Magma,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.