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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.