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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.