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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
UT,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.