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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.