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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
EPMD,
John Holt,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.