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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Crime,
The Busters,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.