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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
AZ,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.