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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.