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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.