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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Nico,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Flipper,
X-102,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.