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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.