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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Gong,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.