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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.