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 North and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.