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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Motorama,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.