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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.