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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.