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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.