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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.