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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Index,
Darondo,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.