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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.