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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
UT,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.