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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.