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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.