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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Brick,
X-101,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.