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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.