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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.