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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.