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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.