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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.