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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Franke,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
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.