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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.