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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.