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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.