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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.