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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.