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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.