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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.