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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.