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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Technova,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.