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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.