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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Jandek,
Fear,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.