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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.