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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.