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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.