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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.