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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.