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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.