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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
X-101,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.