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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
MDC,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.