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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.