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 Congo 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.