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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.