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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.