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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
MC5,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.