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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Names,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.