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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.