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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.