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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.