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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.