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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.