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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Ten City,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.