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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.