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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Wire,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.