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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.