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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.