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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.