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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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 Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.