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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.