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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.