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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.