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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.