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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
X-102,
David McCallum,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.