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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.