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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Monks,
Niagra,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.