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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.