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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Organ,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Audionom,
Nico,
Visage,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.