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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.