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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.