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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.