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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.