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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Fortunes to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.