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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.