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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.