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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.