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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.