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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.