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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.