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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.