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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.