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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Skriet,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Scion,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.