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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.