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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Chrome,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Moebius,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.