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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.