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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.