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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.