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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.