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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.