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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.