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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.