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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.