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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.