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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
John Holt,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.