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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.