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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.