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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.