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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.