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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.