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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Index,
John Lydon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.