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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Japan,
Flipper,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.