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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.