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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.