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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Television,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Faust,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.