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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.