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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.