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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Toasters 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.