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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.