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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.