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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Swans,
PIL,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.