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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.