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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.