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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Names,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.