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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.