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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fortunes 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.