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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.