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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.