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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.