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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.