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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.