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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.