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 South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
PIL,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.