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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.