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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.