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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.