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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.