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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.