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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.