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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.