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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.