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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.