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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.