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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.