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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
the Germs,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.