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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.