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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.