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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.