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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Liliput,
ABC,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.