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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.