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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
June Days,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.