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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.