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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.