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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.