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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.