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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.