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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.